and guttural.
“Why don’t we ah…swim?”
“Swim?”
“There’s a huge common pool here in the complex.”
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”
Oh, man. Lexi took in the width of his shoulders, the play
of muscles under his skin, his lean waist. And that was a problem, how?
“Well, I wouldn’t be complaining if you wanted to skinny-dip
but I can’t speak for all the residents.”
Actually, she probably could, the female ones anyway.
“I have a bag of stuff in the car with some work out gear.”
His head turned then, gaze locked with hers, hot and dark. “Laps might be a
good idea. A few hundred should do it.”
*****
Lexi watched Nash swim back and forth with powerful strokes,
his body cutting cleanly through the water—fast, even, economical. God, it was
like watching a machine in action as he ate up lap after lap. She was tired
just watching him even though the only exercise she’d had was moving her
lounger so that she could soak up some of the warming sun.
When he was done, he leveraged himself up on the side in a
single powerful move, shaking the water from his hair. Some of the droplets
landed on her feet. It was a wonder they didn’t start steaming.
Nash’s thin running shorts weren’t really designed for
swimming and clung to his lower body with shocking clarity. Her mouth went dry,
between her legs, not so much. His cock was a thick ridge laying along the seam
of his thigh. She might have seen every inch of him naked, but that didn’t
lessen the impact of his body, of him . Not. One. Bit.
When he turned and bent to pick up a towel, she held in the
gasp. Barely. It wasn’t the first time she’d noticed the scars but under bright
light, no shadows, nothing hidden and time to study them? They were flat-out terrifying.
In a couple of places on his shoulder his skin was puckered, uneven and he had
a number of what looked like slashes on his side. They stood out against his
skin, lighter than the rest. And those were just the big ones.
Pain. Danger. Warrior.
Lexi had already seen how fast he could move, how well he could
handle himself. And his confidence, she’d seen that too. Now she realized he didn’t
need a weapon. He was a weapon.
His body was lean, ripped with hard muscle and littered with
the evidence of God knew how many battles. And none of them did a thing to
detract from how flat out badass-hot he was. Maybe just the opposite, because a
guy like Nash? He was probably used to women falling all over him, telling him
how good-looking he was, how hard his muscles were, how gorgeous he was and
she’d be damned if she’d fall into that same groove. Even if she was thinking
all of those things. And more.
Lexi groaned when she noticed who entered the pool area. She
couldn’t remember their names, but she thought of them as the “Barbie twins”.
Tall, blonde, tanned and stacked, they wore miniscule bikinis that barely
covered the basics and always made her feel overdressed in her own bikini.
They were checking out Nash and making no attempt to hide
it. And why should they? They winked and giggled, giving him a small wave each.
Lexi rolled her eyes. Was she friggin’ invisible? When she looked at Nash to
check his reaction he wasn’t looking at them any longer, he was looking right
at her .
“I heard they’re into threesomes,” she blurted.
Dammit. It wasn’t what she’d meant to say and as soon
as the words left her mouth she wished she could call them back.
His gaze stayed steady on hers. “Is this some kind of test,
Lexi?”
“Test?” she snorted. “I— We haven’t—I mean, we’re not—”
Jeez, exactly what were they?
She took a deep breath. “I don’t have any hold on you. I
don’t expect any, I don’t feel entitled to any. You can do whatever you like.”
She shrugged. “You more than redeemed your non-jerk status. Go for it if you
want.”
“Yeah?” He glanced back toward the two women. They noticed
his interest and motioned him over. Was
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